Me and All the Other Mothers (Live)
Me and all the other mothers
We hang around the playground all day
Watching over all of our precious young ones
We watch them climb and slide and swing and play
Yeah, we were sippin' on our coffee containers
Chit-chattin' telling little white lies
Labour, horror-stories and painless abortions
I wasn't feeling like one of the guys
Barefootin' all over that sand-pile
"Get down from that jungle, Jim!"
And their whole wide world is just three lunch boxes
And a luke-warm water fountain
Me and all the other mothers
Were praying that the sun gonna shine
And if the winos and weirdos steer clear of the playground
1-2-3-4
Everything'll be just fine
Yeah Everything'll be just fine
It's easy to get injured in the playground
Scrapes and bruises on the girls and the boys
No, it's no bed of roses, no bowl of Cheerios
And they say you've got to share your toys!
But mother knows best in the playground
When they watch them and they leave them alone
And if the don't want to play, she can make them all stay
And she knows just when to take them all home
I got a crush on a mother
Maybe we should inter-tangle our lives
Her son and my daughter were born for each other
And she's reminding me of all of my wives
Me and all the other mothers
Were praying that the sun gonna shine
And if the winos and weirdos steer clear of the playground
1-2-3-4
Everything'll be just fine
Yeah Everything'll be just fine
I saw an actual father!
But there was something wrong with something he did
He and his son were climbing up in a tree
And someone said that he'd kidnapped the kid
Well then the mothers they all started screaming
And pointing at the man in the tree
The sharp-shooters arrived and they shot the man dead
You know, that guy, he could've been me
A grown man should no go tree-climbing
It's about time that that guy grew up
But most fathers are really like winos and weirdos
In the long run, they always screw up
Me and all the other mothers
Were praying that the sun gonna shine
And if the winos and weirdos steer clear of the playground
1-2-3-4
Everything'll be just fine
Yeah Everything'll be just fine
We hang around the playground all day
Watching over all of our precious young ones
We watch them climb and slide and swing and play
Yeah, we were sippin' on our coffee containers
Chit-chattin' telling little white lies
Labour, horror-stories and painless abortions
I wasn't feeling like one of the guys
Barefootin' all over that sand-pile
"Get down from that jungle, Jim!"
And their whole wide world is just three lunch boxes
And a luke-warm water fountain
Me and all the other mothers
Were praying that the sun gonna shine
And if the winos and weirdos steer clear of the playground
1-2-3-4
Everything'll be just fine
Yeah Everything'll be just fine
It's easy to get injured in the playground
Scrapes and bruises on the girls and the boys
No, it's no bed of roses, no bowl of Cheerios
And they say you've got to share your toys!
But mother knows best in the playground
When they watch them and they leave them alone
And if the don't want to play, she can make them all stay
And she knows just when to take them all home
I got a crush on a mother
Maybe we should inter-tangle our lives
Her son and my daughter were born for each other
And she's reminding me of all of my wives
Me and all the other mothers
Were praying that the sun gonna shine
And if the winos and weirdos steer clear of the playground
1-2-3-4
Everything'll be just fine
Yeah Everything'll be just fine
I saw an actual father!
But there was something wrong with something he did
He and his son were climbing up in a tree
And someone said that he'd kidnapped the kid
Well then the mothers they all started screaming
And pointing at the man in the tree
The sharp-shooters arrived and they shot the man dead
You know, that guy, he could've been me
A grown man should no go tree-climbing
It's about time that that guy grew up
But most fathers are really like winos and weirdos
In the long run, they always screw up
Me and all the other mothers
Were praying that the sun gonna shine
And if the winos and weirdos steer clear of the playground
1-2-3-4
Everything'll be just fine
Yeah Everything'll be just fine
Credits
Writer(s): Loudon Wainwright
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